"You Should be Ashamed, Jane..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

Iller to-day--cannot eat anything without feeling sick.

Mum thinks I should eat chicken soup and toast. I think I am not allowed starches and carbohydrates. Mum thinks that ill overrides diet. I think that it does not either.

In any event, I miss the blessing of the animals because I must stay home... but she said she'd bring me back a pinwheel! ^___^ A red and silver pinwheel. So I'm smiling.

But I can't get warm.

Comments

[thanitohercules.livejournal.com]

*smiles wider, encouraging...* 'Tis not me, but the natural order of the world; why have maidens smiles, if not to charm the earthly?

Typist: *<3333 glee! geeky glee! with tea and cuddles and Horatio!*

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

O, I am far more of the earth than thee! *has muddy feet from going on Waen's walk, too...* *but smiles a little more, with a giggly sort of o-look-I'm-doing-it!*

Horatio: *is absolutely shameless, we think, and needs a reprimand... but probably isn't going to get it*

[thanitohercules.livejournal.com]

Thou liest, lady. Surely thou'rt of the celestrial.

Typist: *well. is certainly not going to reprimand Horatio, and Hamlet over there really doesn't have much room to talk, so...!*

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Hath the celestial muddy feet? *lifts her skirts a little to show them--but of course to no indecent height*

Horatio: *free rein, then, curse you both. cuddles and geeks over the poetry*

[thanitohercules.livejournal.com]

*laughs* 'Twould seem so, my lady. Thou dost, and thou'rt my definition.

Typist: *and tea, don't forget tea! ...and is currently hoping that neither of these boys get jealous later*

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

I--thine? Thou dost truly give me so exalted a place? *blushes again and smiles fully, fully, widely, and curls her toes happily*

Horatio: *tea, too, won't forget! augh, see typist massage temples slowly--this one certainly won't be. foolish thingy that he is*

[thanitohercules.livejournal.com]

In truth, I do. 'Tis for no other. *oh, joy! the smile!*

Typist: *yeah, well, if this typist fails to reappear, you can assume that this Dane did...*

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

No other, Sir Prince? O--! Thou art too good, too good--! *quick, incautious cheek-kiss*

Horatio: *ahhh, but there's always blackmail--one might as well tell Hamlet how horrifyingly reproachful Horatio can be when he is wounded, as well he will be if he loses his sweet Lady*

[thanitohercules.livejournal.com]

'Tis no such thing, my lady. *laughs again, still lightly, and responds with a forehead-kiss*

Typist: *that is true, far, far too true. and methinks Hamlet's too sane to kill anyone at the moment, so. so is much with the cuddling*

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

*squeaks* There certainly i-- *blushes all over and can't speak for smiling, very sillyishly*

Horatio: *all this is true. so, then, hurrah! cuddles*